Текст песни Bring Our Boys - Eminem , D12
Your
fakeness
is
atrocious
Post
is
deep
in
your
hypnosis
Then
focus
Roll
this
And
smoke
this
Like
l's
Of
that
bomb-ass
herb
that's
gaurenteed
to
rock
bells
A
hiphop
refugee
like
praswell
Travelin
citys
Pimpin
babblin
biddys
Game
trump
tight
and
solidified
Comupterized
To
get
rid
of
spies
Know
what
I
do
to
guys
Shootin
and
spittin
lies
I'm
banished
in
exisdence
Vanishin
any
instences
Brandishin
sentences
Proovin
repentences
The
only
way
to
see
me,
don't
miss
these
Me
and
my
crew
smoke
so
many
trees
that
I
piss
leaves
Never
_my
bitch
please
But
keep
smokin
my
system,
roll
blunts
it's
all
tight
On
an
off
night
I
still
smoke
like
exaust
pipes
And
bust
a
universal
flow
And
blow
your
wig
back
like
niggas
with
toupe's
Drivin
a
convertable
And
further
more
I
run
the
board
Your
shit
is
played
and
the
way
you
fell
off
you
coulnt
bounce
Back
with
a
bungee
cord
Bring
your
boys
in
We
can
bring
the
noise
in
You
don't
wanna
fuck
with
dirty
dozen
My
crew
is
like
a
maze
Put
fear
like
ex-slaves
Who
wanna
step
to
this
microphone
and
think
that
they
brave
Dozen
always
startin
the
fuckin
beef
I
don't
care
if
your
from
kansas
I'm
killin
the
fuckin
chief
Back
the
fuck
up
I'm
releasin
my
dumb-dumbs
Tell
your
whore
stop
pagin
me
91 1
I'm
the
star
That
they
call
bizarre
Smokin
blunts
with
mel
far
(??)
In
my
brand
new
car
_wanna
see
me
Even
if
I
was
in
arizona
I'd
still
request
iced
tea
Bizarre
don't
give
a
shit
about
you
On
top
of
the
mountain
ain't
nothin
your
bitch-ass
crew
Can
do
Sick
emcee
that
they
call
peter
Treat
your
crew
like
an
unexpected
meter
Reader
Fuckin
more
shit
than
howard
corsell
Butt-fuckin
jassabells
In
nasty
hotels
How
you
think
your
crew
sound
compared
to
this
It's
the
team
that
your
entire
clique
scared
to
diss
Demandin
attention
when
the
glock
sound
Y'all
niggas
to
be
murdered
like
jeffery
daumer
on
lock
down
I'm
brown
like
bobby,
pullin
hoe's
like
whitney
Take
your
title,
kill
your
moms
so
you
won't
forget
me
Lips
sealed
nigga
I
might
blow
important
plots
Whoever
fronts
is
gettin
done
like
micheal
jordan's
pops
Sure
I'm
number
one
translator
my
fame
dirty
d
Y'all
niggas
gettin
hung
like
this
was
1933
Got
word
of
me
Now
flee
Cause
you
don't
got
a
chance
Death
is
3 easy
steps
so
now
we
gotta
dance
So
look
away
Don't
play
With
the
style
master
I
love
killin
beef
so
I
kill
a
whole
cow
pasture
Lyrically
I'm
sick,
I'll
everything
but
sober
My
nickle
plate
pack
the
_ jackin
fool
get
fucked
over
Dirty
dozen
is
the
clique
so
I
ran
over
and
lit
cha
Ripped
the
ass
right
out
ya
pants
like
a
dovermin
pincha
Like
the
cobra
and
ninja
My
intentions
to
injure
And
prevent
ya
From
enterin
from
the
edge
of
my
center
Or
get
your
muthafuckin
pants
split
at
the
creases
Fuckin
you
intelectually
givin
you
menatly
sexually
transmited
diseases
My
duty
is
to
keep
a
strange
abard
(??)
I
guard
my
sector
like
a
saint
bernard
And
this
ain't
the
yard
Bringin
the
noise
like
a
trigger
happy
gun
slinger
Droppin
your
whole
clique
with
one
finger
Til
none
linger
Beware
of
my
dogs
attackin
like
a
pack
of
great
danes
Chargin
like
freight
trains
Through
the
great
plains
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5 Filthy
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